Smelling cottonwood buds in the middle of winter… I must be going insane,
Don’t know how many times I’ve been warned about this… Dancing in the rain,
They say that you’ll only catch a nasty cold.. You shouldn’t do those things,
Tell me not to stare at the sun or moon… Or pull my sweater strings,
But I do all of those things, when nobody is watching… ‘Cuz I’m that kind of girl,
So if you don’t enjoy my brand of crazy… Just vacate my world.